Henry Fleet || District S E V E N

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

The male shifted his skinny form, bare, lanky legs falling off the side of the crate. His back ached, sharp, shooting pains slithering up his spine. This marked his fourth night away from home, away from mom and dad- not like they cared too much anyway. He felt no need to return home at the moment right now- Dad had been away for a long while on his treck through the wilderness for his work, and mother was busy with the newest addition to their broken family; a little girl, but Henry was not around enough to even get her name.

He knew they blamed him for the death of Peter, just as he knew they blamed Zachary. Combined, they were merely a blot on the family history, a blemish on an otherwise porcelain complexion. Thin hands pushed his form up, stretching quietly atop the ceder-wood crate. It reminded him of home- of before Peter's accident, before the baby, back when he could be carefree, when the threat of being ripped away by the games threatened him not.

No, the threat was here instead, The terror of being completely, and utterly alone.

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Nervously, the blue eyed male swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing gently. Overhead, the grey sky hung low, gentle clouds drifting closer and closer to the ground. He felt thankful for the lack of precipitation- but the dry spell was soon to be broken, he could tell. Shaky hands rose, brushing the frost from his hair. Soon, it would be far too cold to stay outside any longer.

Dark brown hair stuck up at strange angles as his fingers managed the mane. His shoulders shrugged his heavy coat tighter to his chest. Eighteen long years of living in the district flashed before him, He recalled Zachary, and knew the Peacekeepers would be on the lookout for him. A frown pushed onto his countenance, and he continued to wander between the warehouses, his heart shoved in his throat. Maybe... he should go home, just for tonight. The snows threatened to be deep and thick this year. It would be a real shame if the male passed away because f something so... So weathery.

Eyes that never seemed happy wandered over the terrain, soon to be laced white with ice and snow. He sighed quietly, skull hanging as his lanky form moved to hug the wall where he was trespassing.

He cared not about the once cherished youngest brother, silently hoping he would freeze to death out in the terrible weather, but of course, that would be faaarr too easy.

Nothing ever went well or easily for the male.

he glared down at his form, lanky arms swinging down by his sides completely loose. The male's mind swam with the prospect of staying to actually talk to his parents. Would his father scream and yell like he usually did? Would his mother run and hide this time? A hand nervously rubbed his left forearm where below the leather rested a deep scar. The man had come after him and Zach with a steak knife. that had been the last time he had protected the youngest sibling, pushing him out of harms way, getting nicked himself in the process.

He had left home after that, wandering alone on the streets for quite some time, without a family or a dime to his name. Time moved slowly that summer, while he hid below bridges, under gently sloping roofs, anything to get out of the deadly weather. He met others like him, alone, detested by their families, or without any family at all. They banned together, and gave themselves new names, of famous legends and heroes long passed on through word of mouth.

He dawned the mantle 'Hades' in honor of his brothers Peter and Zachary. Funny, how these things work out.


He swallowed, and stared at the run-down house he once called home, his hand rising to rest against the rotting wooden door. He heard nothing within, only silence. They must be out, at work, or shopping. It would be much better for him that way. Nervously, he slipped inside, glancing this way and that. Not a candle stood lit, not a light flickered on. He pulled himself towards the stairs, and ascended them, wandering down the elongated hallway to where his room once lay.

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way